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Th' Divorce Court is full o' fools as have begun married life by trying to convince the other fool, instead o' humouring him or her. Kiss us, Maud. It was in the train that I learnt of his death. Although a very greedy eater of literature, I can only enjoy reading when I have little time for reading.
And you didn't expect to find two airship sheds so close together." "No. That's right, I didn't. That's what threw me off th' track." "Andy only recently began work on his triplane. I don't know what his object is, and I don't care. Just now I'm more concerned about getting back this map." "I hope we do get it." "Oh, we will. I'm going to start off on my own hook, to find Andy.
So fetch me tartans, heather, scones, An' dye my tresses red; I'd deck me like th' unconquer'd Scots, Wha hae wi' Wallace bled. Then bind my claymore to my side, My kilt an' mutch gae bring; While Scottish lays soun' i' my lugs M'Kinley's no my king, For Charlie, bonnie Stuart Prince, Has turned me Jacobite; I'd wear displayed the white cockade.
I'm sure Rhoda 'ill remember, and think I'm going to look for Him." "Ay, ay, Joan," answered the old man; "I'd never say nay to anything as is done out o' love. Maybe Rhoda 'ill be thinking of it, and please God it 'ill do her good. I'll be up early i' th' morning and light the lantern, and see thee safe across the fold and hearken to thee singing the 'Heral' angels."
In th' mane time we will call upon Gin'ral Merceer, that gallant man, to tell us th' sthory iv his life. "'I obey, mon colonel, says Gin'ral Merceer, kissin' th' coort. 'Not to begin too far back, an' to make a long sthory short, I am an honest man, an' th' son iv an honest man. I admit it. "'Good, says th' prisident. "'I says to mesilf thin, "This man is a thraitor."
"What's good enough fer th' men is good enough for a boss; and what's good enough fer th' boss is good enough fer any blank blanked scaler." "It is not good enough for this one," replied FitzPatrick, calmly. "I have no notion of sleepin' and workin' in no such noise an' dirt. I need an office to keep me books and th' van.
Are ye satisfied? 'We are, says they ev'ry British son uv a gun they wus there up 'n' hollered, 'Then, says he, 'giv' 'im th' slide. "Ray he put down 'is sword 'n' picked up 'is coat 'n' vest. Then they grabbed th' lights, 'n' thet 's th' last I see on' em there. Purty quick 'twus all dark. Hearn 'em comin' upstairs 'n goin' 'cross th' floor over my head.
So we fettled th' lad's bits o' clooas up and made him ever so daycent, and set him off to try to get on wi' th' chap at Lytham. Well, th' lad were i' good heart abeawt it; an' when he geet theer th' chap towd him at he thought he wur very likely for th' job, so that made it better, an' th' lad begun o' wearin' his bit o' brass o' summat to eat, an' sich like, thinkin' he're sure o' th' shop.
"Three years ago he'd been up for the fly fishin' in late June 'n' trollin' for gray trout in September, 'n then here he comes again th' last week in October t' hunt. 'N' she was the same old story: nothing doing!
The moon was up in majesty, and by its light Jack Masters suddenly leaned down to look at something, pulled up, swept down from his saddle, cowboy fashion, hanging by a foot and a hand, and picked up something which he examined keenly. "Look," he said quickly, "th' beet-man's badge!" He held out on his palm a small dark object, the copper-coloured shield which had shone on Kenset's breast!
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